"That Whiskey Business" lyrics

Lights off, pick her up and you can't stall
When she hops in, better put the balls to the wall
Now the lights on, daddy's up, calling up the law
Boy, you bound to get caught in a town this small
But you know that I'm a sucker for some tanned-up legs
Gripping on to a bottle and a pack of cigarettes
Let alone she fine as a country girl gets
Them backseat stories make a grown man sweat
No, you can't stop a rebel when the devil riding shotgun
Popping the top and then run

When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck
And you don't want to get caught
Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up
By her mean daddy or the law
Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses
I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business
That whiskey business

Way down yonder on that red dirt
Where them old pine trees just sway
I had to cover up with the bed skirt
Me and her barely got away
Her mean daddy running with a shotty in his hands
I thought we was both just finished
With a bird shot door and the pedal to the floor
From now on, I'ma mind my whiskey business

Got a little dime bag riding in your truck
And you don't want to get caught
Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up
By her mean daddy or the law
Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses
I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business
That whiskey business

Oh, shit
What the f...
Boy, I done told your ass to stay away from my daughter
Get your drunk ass on, I got something

When you got a little dime bag riding in your truck
And you don't want to get caught
Just tryna get drunk, can't get hemmed up
By her mean daddy or the law
Sipping on something, tryna get a few kisses
I know a little something 'bout that whiskey business
That whiskey business